Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Ichimaru Gin's heart trembled.

What is his purpose? To kill Aizen and regain what Qingmei lost. In order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to betray Soul Society and turn himself into a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, even though Aizen knew that his surrender had other thoughts.

, so what, for Rangiku, the so-called faith, loyalty, and friendship can be turned into clouds and smoke.

The light blue eyes stared intently, the hand holding the Zanpakutō became harder and harder, and the fingertips gradually turned white, but the hand holding Tōsen Kaname did not change at all.

Terrible restraint.

Even Li Chuan did not force Captain Aizen to use the swastika. Although Ichimaru Gin did not believe that Li Chuan had used his full strength, there was no doubt that Li Chuan was different from these Daxu. He had his own intentions and was obviously stronger than No.

Etra and Grimmjow chose not to devour. Why on earth were they not interested? Ichimaru Gin didn’t believe it.

Each of these Daxu is more powerful than the other. Even if he faces Nnoitra, he is not absolutely sure, let alone Yami now.

He couldn't help but be secretly grateful, even if Yami's life was completely insignificant in his eyes, he still had to thank him for forcing Aizen to use his swastika.

The most deadly thing about snakes is not attack or poison, but lurking. The first element of lurking is intelligence.

Intelligence is the cornerstone of success.

Stark swept away the laziness of the past and watched with concentration. Spiritual pressure spread all over his body. No matter how different Yami was from other Daxu, they were still the same kind of Hueco Mundo. It was not Death's turn to intervene. It was life or death, not Death.

The final say.

It tightened slightly. It is still unclear what state Yami is in now and how long it can last.

As for Nnoitra and Grimmjow's thoughts, they don't care about that much now.

Harribel and Nellie looked at each other, seeming to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Arronillo's already irritable character suddenly stabilized, like a calm beast, staring at his prey eagerly, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The corners of Sal Apollo's mouth curved. The more intense the battle, the more excited he became. It didn't matter who lived and who died. It would be best if we died together or both of us could breathe.

Without hindering my own research at all, I touched my eyes on the bridge of my nose with my hand.

The murderous intention in Aizen's eyes through his glasses was solid, and the pervasive killing made all Daxu and Shinigami present feel a bone-chilling chill. They only felt that a great terror was coming, and the spiritual pressure in their bodies filled their entire bodies.

There was only one figure quickly rushing towards Aizen, wearing white clothes, slightly thin, with the helmet left by the Arrancar on his head, it was Ulquiorra.

Grimmjow looked complicated, but he also quietly touched his Zanpakutō, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nnoitra laughed cruelly, "Hey hey". She was extremely happy with the scene at this time. She was already imagining the blood fountain spewing, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

"Swastika: Feng Shui..."

"We surrender, Lord Aizen..."

Just when you want to liberate your own strength and completely suppress the beast in front of you, so that you can't take it under your command, it's a good choice to take the corpse and go back to study it.

Hearing a familiar and calm voice in his ears, he was startled. Faced with Yami's overwhelming attack, he did not dodge.

Ulquiorra seemed to have spent his whole life trying to say these words with difficulty. At the same time, a few meters above Aizen's head, Yami's terrifying attack stopped instantly.

"Hey." Aizen sneered.

"Ulquiorra, you are crazy, we Daxu surrender to the God of Death."

Ulquiorra raised his head and looked up. His and Aizen's entire bodies were only slightly larger than Yami's toes, and their heads could not be seen in the distance.

"That's enough, Yami, we lost."

After hearing this, Yami's breathing suddenly became heavier and he said angrily: "Go away, I'm going to kill this god of death."

"I refuse."

Yami was furious: "If you don't get out of the way, I'll kill you too." The aura from his body suddenly burst out, approaching his partner.

"I refuse." Ulquiorra still refused to give in.

"Yami, your body can't bear it, take back your power."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cracking sound of "click...click..." came from Yami's body again, the cracked skin expanded again, and dark red blood flowed out drop by drop.

Even so, Yami's momentum suddenly increased a bit.

Aizen saw this and said nothing, his gentle face was thoughtful.

Ulquiorra said: "Yami, listen to me this time."

Yami suddenly laughed: "Ulquiorra, you would never say such a thing before."

The aura on his body suddenly became restrained.

Ulquiorra's green eyes flashed thoughtfully, and he touched the empty hole on his chest, recalling the strangeness just now, and remained silent.

Yami's entire body glowed with red light, quickly enveloping him, shrinking little by little, and returning to his original appearance.

At the same time, the overbearing depression that permeated the center of the field also disappeared.

It's just that the blood bathed all over the body looks terrifying. What's interesting is that the newly cracked Arrancar is still intact.

Seeing this, both Aizen, Ichimaru Gin and Daxu who were watching the battle felt inexplicably frightened.

Grimmjow quickly came to Yami's side, without the arrogance he had just now: "Yami..."

Yami glanced at him and just said "hmm" lightly.

"The state you were in just now, were you staying awake?"

This is what Aizen is also concerned about. He looks at Yami as if he is waiting for his explanation. His face is calm and calm, but what he is thinking in his heart is unknown.

Yami didn't reply, just waiting for Ulquiorra to explain why he chose to surrender. The two had known each other since Achucas and had stayed together ever since. Although they had constant quarrels, they also formed a deep friendship.

It’s just that neither of them admitted it.

Otherwise, when Ulquiorra was in danger, he would not have immediately provided support.

Ulquiorra looked at Aizen with a calm expression: "Yes, when Yami's power reaches a certain level, he will regain his sanity."

He continued: "If you continue to explode with strength, your body will not be able to withstand the power brought by anger and will collapse directly."

"SO." Except for the unconscious Tosen Kaname, all Daxu and the Shinigami understood.

The eyes that look at Ya Mi show admiration.

Anger is not terrible, but staying rational while angry is the most terrible thing.

Only by controlling the limits of your own strength and not sinking can you be perfect.

Whether it is the result of ability or self-restraint is not important.

It sounds simple, but how difficult is it to actually do it? Aizen and Ichimaru Gin know this truth deeply, and there are only a handful of people in the entire Soul Society who can do this.

In front of Yami, the form of death he mastered was anger, but he was able to do this. Aizen's face was calm and calm, and he couldn't help but start to think too much.